“On that great day,” God says, “I will round up all the hurt and homeless, everyone I have bruised or banished. I will transform the battered into a company of the elite."
Perhaps in this most wonderful of seasons, Advent, as we wait so impatiently for our Lord to come, perhaps we should remember what a great source of love and comfort is the future. It's not a pain. It's not a fear. It's a hope, played like an Ace in the hole in a card game.
Things going poorly?
Hope is coming.
Things going very badly?
Hope is coming.
One sweet day God himself is going to round up all the hurt and homeless, everyone He has bruised or banished.
Of course that's referring to the promise that the Jews would come home from Babylon, but I believe it speaks to each of us this morning as well.
Skip Moen writes, "God does not come to us in nicely defined, rationally explained, thought categories. God does not fit Himself into our theological text books. The Hebrew God breaks all the rules. He is near, yet transcendent; clothed in human form, yet holy; more terrifying than can be imagined, yet compassionate; invisible, yet revealed; judging, yet merciful; sovereign, yet humble. No matter where you look, God breaks the molds."
This is our God, today and forevermore.
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